Cajun Cookout (693 hits)
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Submitted by Velouria (View user info) at 2004-01-15 11:03:25 EST
On weekends, my boyfriend, Rickey, and I always have cook-outs for family and friends. This one particular Friday night, we invited a bunch of friends over to the house to eat boiled crawfish. This one particular night, we invited a bunch of our friends. Only about half the amount of people showed up that we initially invited, which left us with a large amount of food left over. Rickey and I began calling just about everyone we knew so we wouldn't have a lot of leftovers to pick up in our already overly filled refrigerator. Rickey had never met my cousin, Mike. So, I thought this was the ideal time to invite Mike over to our home.
Rickey meeting Mike was important to me since Mike was like the little brother I had never had. Mike and I were raised together. Mike lived in our household as much as he did with his own parents. Mike's father, Mike Sr. and my mother's brother, is a drug addict and alcoholic. So my mother was basically the only stable person he's ever had within his lifetime.
At a crawfish boil, or any Cajun cook-out, there is always lots of food accompanied with plenty of alcohol. If you get enough alcohol into one's system, they get stupid, and a bit crazy. We had all be drinking and cooking since about 5:00 that afternoon. We aren't you normal social drinkers. Once the first beer or drink goes down, it's all smooth sailing from that point on. Around 9:30 that night, we had a small group left over at the house. There were two girls and five guys all gathered around bullshitting outside. By this time, everyone at the house is lit and feeling no pain. Rickey is an avid hunter and has a large collection of guns. Rickey eventually goes inside to get one gun at a time to show off his collection to his friends. Eventually he shows them one by one, tracking up my house in the meantime. One of Rickey's friends, Troy, says something along the lines of being a smart-ass to Rickey. Rickey, in a playful fashion, tells Troy "I've got something for your little ass". Rickey races inside and grabs his .22 shotgun. Rickey runs back with the shotgun in his hands, opens the storm door, begins to decline on the steps, trips, and accidentally fires the .22. The shell grazed my arm and ironically hit Troy in his leg. Thankfully the shot did not shatter any bones or lodge deep into his skin.
We're all standing outside in awe of what just happened. We all gather around Troy to assess what just happened. Troy pulls the bullet from his leg, and begins to bitch about Rickey ruining his new pair of blue jeans. Though it shouldn't have been very funny, by this time we're all laughing our asses off and making fun of Troy.
It wasn't five minutes later, from a distance we begin to hear police sirens. Since we live within the city limits, it's illegal to discharge a firearm within the city limits. Within a matter of seconds all of the guys flee inside the house leaving me and the only other girl outside to fend for ourselves. About 20 seconds after he hear the sirens, on a parallel street we see one speeding truck followed by a police cruiser. The truck turned down the street where we live and quickly pulled into a neighbor's driveway about seven houses down from where we live. The police officer quickly caught up with the truck, and pulled into the neighbor's driveway to block in the truck.
When all of the guys inside the home figured out the police were not looking for them, they all gathered outside again. We all eventually moved closer and closer to the road to see what was going on. About 10 minutes after the police car pulled into the drive, he left. The truck backed out of our neighbor's driveway and within about 20 second was pulling into our driveway. The police were chasing my cousin, Mike.
After being formally introduced to Rickey and all of our friends, we all were curious to find out why the hell the police was chasing Mike. My cousin was speeding and had an open container in his truck. Not wanting to get stopped for a DUI, he decided to try to outrun the police since we only lived about ½ a mile from where the police turned on their lights and sirens. When the police finally caught up with Mike, they of course asked him why he had fled. Mike luckily was honest with the officer about the open container, and wasn't belligerent or sloppy drunk. The officer proceeded to ask Mike for his license and registration. The officer looks at Mike's driver's license, and recognized the name. The officer his father quite well because of his extensive arrest record. The officer felt sorry for my cousin for having a father like that, and worse being named after the man. The officer let Mike go on a warning, and just insisted that Mike to go his final destination and park his truck if he continues to drink.
Eating, drinking, shootings, and chases. And that's a typical Cajun-cookout night.
User Reviews
Submitted by Jason <colbrook.at.midusa.net> at 2004-01-15 12:58:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Vivid! I'd so enjoy this kinda thing. I'd just give Rickey's guns a wide berth
though. Safer that way! :)
Submitted by Velouria (user info) at 2004-01-15 12:44:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Scaw:
The cajun motto is suck the heads, eat the tails, drink the beer. I, however, do not suck crawfish heads. Nor will I amswer any further question on this subject, so don't bother.
Submitted by Insanethemind (user info) at 2004-01-15 12:42:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Velouria,
I've had them several times. Once or twice in chinese restaurants, once in New Orleans in the Cajun way, once when I was a boy (by a redneck, in redneck fashion).
I just never liked them. I do love crab though. Mmmm
Submitted by Scrawberry (user info) at 2004-01-15 12:24:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
don't you people suck the heads?
Submitted by Velouria (user info) at 2004-01-15 11:59:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Insaneinthemind...if you see this, when did you eat crawfish and how were they prepared? I don't know anyone who doens't enjoy good, spicy crawfish and crabs. I'd tell you a good jambalaya story, but unfortunately I have none. Maybe the next cooking saga story will be about a bar-b-que.
Submitted by reallybored (user info) at 2004-01-15 11:32:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Rickey, in a playful fashion, tells Troy "I've got something for your little ass". Rickey races inside and grabs his .22 shotgun. Rickey runs back with the shotgun in his hands, opens the storm door, begins to decline on the steps, trips, and accidentally fires the .22. The
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Wow, i only thought people like this existed in movies.
Submitted by DrunkMonk (user info) at 2004-01-15 11:32:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
It's been too long since I was in New Orleans.
my roomate and I did a crawfish boil one weekend several months back. Damn that was good.
Submitted by Insanethemind (user info) at 2004-01-15 11:29:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I'm so hungry right now, but I hate hate HATE crawfish.
Jambalaya however is yuuuuum- e.
Submitted by El_Guapo (user info) at 2004-01-15 11:23:59 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
the story was scary enough, in a deliverance kind of way. but then.....then that horrifying picture!